I'm alone this weekend (sad story) on Florida's red neck Riviera and trying to decide if I want a real good legit massage or chance one of the many Asian massage places and see if I get lucky.  You can probably figure out which way I went on this.

Well, the place showed a lot of promise.  Big red sign out front, the Asian pop music blaring in the back ground, the tiny cubicles, and oh, get this:  She says to pay upon leaving so I can take care of the tip at the same time.

The gal was slim and very sensuous.  Not Korean however, I'd say a Filipina judging by her wide smile.

I asked for a firm massage and by god, I got it.  Just about the best massage I've ever had.  She had hands like steel wrapped in velvet and knew how to milk the muscles.  Also very comprehensive getting the extremities, head, and even face.    

The best part was the incidental contact she made with my body during the session.  At one point she knelled over me so that her crotch was rubbing the back of my head.  On the flip, she stood at my head and leaned over so her breasts were rubbing in my face.  I thought for sure I had struck a diamond mind here.

On the flip we made eye contact many times, and she smiled broadly.  We made a bit of chit chat.  However, it was not to be.  When I mentioned anything about extras, she made a screwed up face like I was speaking some strange language.  The full hour was up.  She wiped me down and smiled, then left the room.

There was one tip off I should have considered:  Her clothes.  She had on tight fitting velvet jeans, and a nice tight fitting blouse.  It would have taken a while to undress, though I thought I'd at least get a happy ending.

Oh well, the irony is that while I didn't get my rocks off, I had fun thinking I was going to.  The trip is half the fun, right?

I saved about $30 over the cost of the so-called legit places too, and got most likely a much better massage.

Life's a bitch, ain't it?

So sad but, also common experience as we all found out eventually.

Musimg about the horror of it all 😉

END OF MESSAGE

I tried my luck at a local AMP last Saturday also.  I really needed a massage, and I'd seen a couple of reviews from a place near me that were a little old, but they seemed promising, so what the heck I thought.

I left the towel rolled up on the table as I always do, and the masseuse didn't touch it but started by brushing my entire body lightly with her fingertips and commenting that I must exercise a lot--promising!  Then because I asked for "hard" massage, she put the towel over me and did the preliminary loosening-up moves that are typical with Chinese massage. Then she put the towel only over my feet (room was kinda cold, had a space heater going) and worked my backside, occasionally grazing junior (very hard by now) and his two buddies and also straddling my upper arms, pressing tightly into them with her crotch as she stood at the sides of the table. VERY promising, I thought!  

Then she wiped off the lotion, leaving the towel on top of me, and I flipped, with the towel barely covering my groin. She grabbed my chest and arms and smiled and said something complimentary, then proceeded to massage my topside, including a nice face/scalp massage.  Smiled a lot. And... that was it!  The hour was up.

Maybe I should have been more direct about what she could massage?

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Mine did, and gave a big smile also.  
Old truisms are fading away, alas.

... she was a lovely young woman, I'd estimate 30ish.  I was really disappointed, and surprised, there wasn't more.

I didn't mention that I've tried another local place a few times. Never anything beyond a massage, but I always get the same masseuse and she's GREAT with deep tissue and really digs into my glutes, chest, and abs which a lot of massage therapists won't touch or they just give a quick rub on.  So she's totally worth it just for the massage, but I just need to find the magic password to go beyond the rub.  Backside is with no drape, front side nearly nothing, she spreads my legs wide and has no problem with brush-bys (although they seem incidental), but totally ignores my salute to her charms.  She's so sweet and polite that I've hesitated asking her to grab hold of the situation, but maybe she's waiting for permission.  At other AMPs, I've never had to say anything, they just point at or nod at the pole tent, and the game's afoot.

Write your cell phone number on the back of your business card with a brief line like: Call me if you'd like to get to know one another better.  
I still see a gal I did this with over 20 years ago.

... she might misunderstand just how much I want to get to know her better. I know some great indy providers whom I see regularly. When I go to an AMP, all I really need is a great massage with a little extra TLC.  

You look GREAT, but I feel like you're over dressed.

I've had pretty few MP experiences, but that one hasn't failed me.  ...yet.

(TBH, I think Mr. Fisher's idea is better than mine. Lol)

Every so often I get a massage so good,  getting a happy ending would ruin it.

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that I would have to experience!

That's like saying a fantastic dessert would ruin an excellent dinner.  Seems strange, but in this life, anything is possible.

I returned to the AMP I visited a couple of weeks ago to see if a return visit got different results. The mama-san (I assume she's the Boss) greeted me and remembered me. The woman who massaged me the first time wasn't there, so mama-san did.  I think she's in her 40s, nice slim figure. Right away I thought my odds had improved because she didn't put the towel over me (I left it rolled up at my feet) but just started stroking me lightly all over.  While on my stomach she didn't do anything overt but brushed my dick and the boys incidentally several times with her fingertips. On the flip, she asked if I wanted the towel; I smiled and said No.  Odds getting better!  But I knew I'd be leaving with a smile on my face when she brushed around my abs and groin with her fingertips, smiled and said "sexy!"  I smiled back and thanked her.  Then she placed my hand on her butt and proceeded to give me one of the best HJs I've ever had, with a long, slow teasing build up and expert finish. Then she cleaned me up and finished the massage, since we had about 15 minutes left.  

I've just read this entire thread and it occurs to me how much the therapists must get a great kick out of it when they know ahead of time that they won't grant a guy anything extra so they tease us just enough to see what kinds of shenanigans we'll go through to try and coax it out of them, lol! Imagine the stories they tell each other back in the break room or on their Mandarin or Vietnamese or Korean language social media sites!

 
"I had a guy wrap the handtowel tightly around his cock so that I would hacecti tug on it to take it off. I just ignored it and got another towel from the shelf."
"Remember the one who rides her on a bicycle? Once when he was getting undressed, he stuffed all the clean towels in the bin for the dirty towels. When I went in the room, he was naked and kept saying he couldn't find a towel."
"How about the one who plays happy ending porno massage videos on his phone and leaves it right there for me to see?"
"That's nothing. The one with the toupee lifted it up and had stick figures drawn on his scalp in the 69 position!"

If they want to do extra's they will let you know.  Also I would not expect to get extras on the first visit.  Always check the the reviews.